Category: Poetry

Unbridled passion…

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Sand fell from his feet as he waded ashore
The water so cold his teeth still chattered
But he’d swum to the buoy as he promised he would
And when she kissed his cold lips nothing else mattered.
They walked, arms entwined the length of the beach
All alone still, as dawn had not yet even broken
Their love kept them warm and they both held a smile
And down the length of the beach not many words were spoken.
And in the small private cove at the farthest point along
They abandoned all pretence of calm cool fashion
Literally leaping into each other’s waiting arms
They made love on the beach and unleashed their passion.
O how they laugh when they think of that time
And the fact that they nearly got caught
But they still love each other as strong as they did
And that sort of passion can never be bought.

©Joe Wilson – Unbridled passion…2016

It’s not just a fag anymore…

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Gently, very gently
She held the child in her arms
She was a mother, a protector
And would shield her from all of life’s harms.
Or at least that’s what the lady thought
As she leaned down to coo and smile
As she breathed her nicotine breath on her
And passed germs to her baby so vile.
The child at four got cancer
At six she’s no longer here
Yet the mother still smokes in her sorrow
For those who won’t listen never hear.

©Joe Wilson – It’s not just a fag anymore…2016

How long the night…

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How bright the future
When the past holds
So much sadness –

How dark the night
When the days
Were once so bright –

How withered I feel
Where once, not too long ago
I was so full of steel –

How harsh this life
Where those we love
Are dealt such strife –

How sad my heart
Where once upon a time
Such joy I felt –

How long the night
Where once my head
So full of music
Now fills only with tears
As I wait like you
For Him
To guide us Home –

Do we find Him in tragedy?
Or was he simply waiting for us?
Or, is He too, just a figment of our imagination?

©Joe Wilson – How long the night…2016

A night – a day…

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And in my life there have been many doors
—– so very many doors

Each of those through which I have passed
—– has so utterly changed me.

Here I sit, some say a wiser man, yet sadder
—– accursed life has felt the venom of an adder
Tis just enough to hurt, yet not to kill
—– and days proceed as if I’m in a drill.

And when the moonlight fades and dawns now beckons
My dream-like state withdraws and you will leave
So many, many ways this wretched human waste
Will search his mind for other ways to grieve.

©Joe Wilson – A night – a day…2016

a life…

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“…. But I have promises to keep,. And miles to go before I sleep, …” Robert Frost. a response to a challenge.

…and in that long ago, so happy was the time
I sat with you and bade you listen to me well
I said my love would be and fail you never
And thus to you committed was I for ever.

…and through the years, happy times we’ve known
Yet marred sometimes with sadness ere along
Our love and that of those that we have loved
Has kept us safe and made our backbones strong.

…but yet some things, they seem to overpower
A loss so great I cannot yet understand
But little ones I swore I’d help to raise
As slowly life slipped from that tortured hand.

…and so I find now less important things
Placed far behind that oath I made in grace
For some things need to have ones focussed mind
Like promises I made in that sad place.

…and ere along, though lovers still are we
Our wretched lives more battered now by far
And loss the like we couldn’t have conceived
Will stay for ever now, an unhealed scar.

©Joe Wilson – a life…2016

Married life – but not as you know it…

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She sits alone in darkened rooms
No longer the sound of his footsteps near
Where once her heart would skip a beat
She sits in hatred and sheds no tear.
How fine and charming he’d seemed back then
How bright their future mapped out in joy
How quickly she’d learnt of his violence
How soon she’d become his toy.
A promise of better had long ago seemed
Better by far than the life she’d recall
Yet after the night of the day that they’d wed
Promises were broken, it was no fun at all.
And now here she sits in these cold darkened rooms
She quietly sits as she ponders her life
For one day he hurt her, he just went too far
And she stole his last breath with her knife.
Time passed, and our tale is repeated
Again and again, and yet again
And each time the ending is exactly the same
She’d always just leave the remains.
There’s a strong smell of death and decay in the air
The body was just left on the floor
The stench is the same as in the other three rooms
Where she stabbed and then just locked the door.
I visited the old town via an advert
From a woman wanting to be a new wife
But the local folk warned that I’d be number ten
So I fled…I still value my life.

©Joe Wilson – Married life – but not as you know it…2016
This is just a bit of fun…of course. 😉

An excess of pride…(two sonnets which can be read individually, but my intention is that you read them together as a single poem.)

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For life is not a young man’s game
To flutter like moths around a flame
Yet as we age the larger scene
Will leave the clues for us to glean.
And in maturing as we do
With friends right there to help us through
It’s clear, though some may need a shove
The only thing that counts – is love.

And of the world in which we live
So much war, who can forgive?
And yet forgiveness is a start
More men need Mandela’s heart
A blood-soaked land he turned to loam
By finding peace as he walked home.

——————————–

And so full circle back to dust
Disposed of with respect we trust
Earth to generation new
With baited-breath, what will they do?
For surely now they see the light
As love gets lost in vicious fight
And yet it could with care reside
If foolish men had far less pride.

For battles now need not be fought
If peace not power were what men sought
As children die along the way
Never to see a better day.
Look in their tiny saddened eyes
Sit down and talk, and compromise.

©Joe Wilson – An excess of pride…2016

Should we carry on…

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It’s sometimes
so hard
hard to breathe
hard to focus
hard to see any way forward
so hard to want to live.

And yet…

There is still
so much to live for
a child struggling to understand
another thinking she does but hiding sadness
a man so brave but yet so pained
a woman so hurt by loss she cries
she cries herself to sleep at night
and you, a duty to help despite yourself.

And you
and you…
what of you?

Can you make your way again?
through all of this pain…

Will you ever be happy?
Again!

Life
is surely a mystery
and we
can only ever
do our best…

©Joe Wilson – Should we carry on…2016

Utter whimsy…

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The first line is the powerful greeter
You see it should set the poem’s meter.

He set off writing in pentameter
At that was his own diameter
Or did he really mean parameter
Bugger, he felt like such an amateur.

His lines were never very long
His mind just wasn’t all that strong
And lost amidst poetic throng
Perhaps they equated to boring song.

But yet the pen moves over page
And words flow over lines like age
And though they’re never really sage
He does his best to you engage.

©Joe Wilson – Utter whimsy…2016

Memories…

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Recall a memory and have a smile
Shuffle off the tragic thoughts for a while
And open up your mind to joy
Feelings these days you don’t employ.
For you can see such times you laughed
Till sadness swept through like a draught
But happy memories can yet sustain
A heart that feels so riven with pain.

A holiday snap in Trearddur Bay
Everyone laughing, such a wonderful day
Where happiness spread through childish fun
A good time enjoyed by everyone.
Such thoughts I’ll hold for evermore
I was so lucky, of that I’m sure.

©Joe Wilson – Memories…2016

It was such a great holiday.